Evans, Gabrielle - From This Moment [The Moonlight Breed 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Ma by Gabrielle Evans (best desktop ebook reader txt) 📕

Cian was pretty sure that Boston was damn glad his mates had been stubborn enough to chase after him. It had been pointless for him to try to deny his connection in the first place. Cian’s brother, Flynn, was a persistent asshole, and he could be very persuasive when he needed to be. Boston hadn’t stood a chance against the Irishman or his little vampire mate, Malakai.

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“So…” Zavion trailed off, and his eyebrows drew together in

concentration. “If you picked me and found out I wasn’t your

mate … ” His eyes rounded comically. “Oh, that would have been  ugly. Zuriel would have never forgiven me.”

“Precisely. I don’t want to come between you and your brother,  Zavion. I know how important he is to ya.” Cian had five brothers of  his own, including a twin, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do  for them. If one of them made a play for his mate, however, heads  would roll.

“He is.”  Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Zavion bobbed

his head slowly. “So, you really are my mate?”

“Yes.”

“You’re really mine?”

His need for reassurance was adorable. “Aye, my little fox, I’m  truly yours.”

“So if I wanted to kiss you again, that would be okay?”

“More than okay,” Cian answered, his voice growing deeper,  huskier. Inching backward, he eased down to the edge of the bed and  pulled Zavion between his thighs to compensate for their height  difference. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,  though. As fast or slow as you’re wantin’.”

In response, Zavion dove into his lap, grabbed his face in both  hands, and attacked his mouth with enough heat to set the room  ablaze.

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Yes, his brother was very important to him. They’d been together since the womb, and no one on earth knew him better than Zuriel.

They shared absolutely everything. Well, not this time. Cian was his, irrevocably his, and Zavion wanted him unlike anything he’d ever wanted in his life.

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As his tongue swirled with Cian’s, his gut twisted with clawing need, and he couldn’t get close enough. He couldn’t suck enough air into his lungs, and he didn’t  care. Those ebony locks were just as silky as he’d imagined them to be, and that hard, sculpted body  was

so warm, so inviting.

A little voice inside his head insisted he was moving too fast. It

had been what, three minutes since he’d discovered Cian was his

mate? His attraction to the guy wasn’t anything new, though. He’d  been lusting after the hunky Enforcer for months, and now that  Zavion had his hands on him, all that pent-up desire was exploding  from him, and he couldn’t stop it if he wanted.

Feelings, emotions, commitments, loyalty, devotion, love—those  were all words that just confused him and made his head hurt. Sex,  however, he was good at. Slow and sensual, raw and primal, and any  combination between was as easy as waking up in the morning.

Then the reason those things were so easy for him  came rushing to  the forefront of his consciousness, dousing his ardor in a bucket of icy  self-loathing. Shoving at Cian’s chest, he shot up from his mate’s lap  like he’d been launched from a cannon and shook his head so fast it

made him dizzy. “I’m sorry.”

Cian looked stunned for only a moment before an easy,  understanding smile tilted the corners of his mouth. “I’ll not lie and  say I didn’t enjoy it.  Feel free to ravish me whenever the mood

strikes.” He held an outstretched hand to Zavion and wiggled his  fingers. “Now, c’mere, and tell me what has you in a panic.”

That smooth accent and soothing tone coaxed him forward right  back into Cian’s arms—which, of course, was right where he wanted  to be. “You know about The Hive and why I was there, right?”

“I know most of it, yes.” There was a sugary sweetness to his tone  that was more frightening than if he’d shouted. The smile on his lips  didn’t quite reach his eyes, and his fingers flexed on Zavion’s hips,  biting into the flesh in a bruising squeeze.

“Cian?”

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His hold became loose and tender once again, and he  stretched his neck to peck Zavion on the forehead. “Apologies, darlin’.  You were sayin’?”

“And you know I’m  a Desirable, right?” He winced when the grip  on his waist tightened again. Maybe he should get to the point before  Cian pinched him in half. “What I am. Does it  bother you?”

“Aye, it bothers me,” Cian answered immediately. “It bloody well  pisses me off is what it does. If you’re wantin’ to know does it make  me see you any differently, the answer is no.”

“I can’t change what I am.” He wished he could. Every night, he  tossed and turned, wishing with everything inside him that he wasn’t  such a freak. If there was some magic pill he could take that would  erase everything The Hive had made him become, he’d swallow it  without question.

“I’m not askin’ ya to,” Cian replied gently. “I think you’re pretty  amazin’ just how you are.”

The sentiment was sweet, but it didn’t fix anything. “Do you  know exactly what a Desirable is?”

“I know some.”

“I can change my appearance at will, to anything you want. If you  wanted me to have brown hair, I could do that.” He took a deep breath  and forced the magic through him, making his hair grow out to his  waist as the blond transitioned to a dark chestnut. “Or, say you liked  bright green eyes instead of blue.” Another shiver up his spine, and  from the look on Cian’s face, he knew his eyes were now the green  he’d described.

“Zavion.”

He wasn’t done, though. “Maybe you’d like me to be taller so that you wouldn’t have to bend so far to kiss me.” The lengthening of his bones and muscles was a little painful, but within seconds, he’d grown six inches from his normal five foot three.

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“Zavion, stop.” Cian brushed the long dark locks back from his  face and cupped his cheek. “I know what ya can do, and this isn’t  necessary. Change